The World Turns

The World Turns

The world turns; as actors engage;
carefully reporting the time;
actors all weary, entering the stage;
it’s the universal clock, sublime.

Each granted time to utter their lines;
as another one awaits his turn;
destiny, only gently confines;
giving opportunity to learn.

The book of life has its own script;
some variance is always allowed;
tho trending to follow what was writ;
mankind has never seemed cowed.

Characters have limited time on stage;
every move and thought, observed;
whether they demonstrate love or rage;
final judgement is always deferred.

It’s never about winning or losing;
as the universal clock keeps going;
tho life’s purpose is often confusing;
each soul must keep on growing.

Compassion demonstrates one’s love;
for it is the time that Love flows out;
while hate draws a frown from above;
exhaling Love is what life is about.

Another year, counted; as we round the sun;
what have we done to radiate Love;
returning to where that clock had begun;
is it guaged a success by the Master above?

Monty  8/8/21.